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			<title>Rumors</title>
			<description>Damon:Damon stares at his ceiling. He can hear his sisters fighting down the hall.&amp;nbsp;Did I seriously allow Austen to help us? We are down one person... Damon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His mind recalls Austen's stares and glances at Torey's house... why was he staring at me like tha..</description>
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			<title>An Act of War</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What the hell happened?&amp;rdquo; Corey asks Austen. Austen pulls up her phone and shows the picture to Corey. His expression drops to sadness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;They were beating him up when we got here.&amp;rdquo; Austen adds. Corey is quiet, he&amp;rsquo;s so quick to judge Damon. &amp;ldquo;We should go tell ..</description>
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			<title>Rainy Day</title>
			<description>Chapter 8: DamonDamon&amp;rsquo;s eyes glazed over his locker as he listened to James endlessly talk. It&amp;rsquo;s 7 am dude&amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;But that&amp;rsquo;s basically why I think all this bad stuff is happening to me.&amp;rdquo; James ends with a final breath. Damon looks over at James, it then clicks and Jame..</description>
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			<title>Turning Around</title>
			<description>Chapter 7: DamonDamon laid in his bed staring at his ceiling, the air was warm&amp;nbsp; and stuffy. The morning light began peeking through the window and his room lit up. For teenage boys&amp;rsquo; room it was immaculate. It was absolutely silent in Damon&amp;rsquo;s house. He sighs heavily and stands up to ..</description>
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			<title>Lost Between the Lines</title>
			<description>Chapter 6: AustenIt&amp;rsquo;s been a week since Austen&amp;rsquo;s fight against James. And the gang kept their word, the only interaction she had with them is at the school sanctioned activities forcing them to interact.&amp;nbsp;Austen spent her lunches on the roof avoiding everyone as much as possible but ..</description>
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			<title>The Fight</title>
			<description>Chapter 5: DamonSchool ended and a group of students walked together to an old soccer field that was no longer part of school grounds. Damon and his gang stand towards the back of the property against a stone wall that blocked off an apartment complex. Damon is staring at the ground, he looks confli..</description>
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			<title>Secrets</title>
			<description>Chapter 4: Austen*&amp;nbsp; TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF OR EXTENSIVE DISCUSSION OF EATING-DISORDERS. *Austen stares blankly at a bulletin board, it is filled with flyers and posters welcoming students into different clubs. Austen tries to avoid eye contact with the dancing, choir, and thea..</description>
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			<title>Lonely Lunch</title>
			<description>Chapter 3: AustenAusten stands to look out over the Capital on the school roof, her gaze is far off and distant&amp;hellip; I can&amp;rsquo;t believe I thought I could start new&amp;hellip; That kid wants to fight me. The first day nonetheless&amp;hellip; Austen turns around with her hands in her hoodie. At least e..</description>
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			<title>Only Let Downs</title>
			<description>Damon begins to obsess over the new student, Austen.</description>
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			<title>The New Student</title>
			<description>Damon meets the new student at his school.</description>
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			<title>Damon's Plaything</title>
			<description>Damon, the son of a very famous mafia boss meets the new student at his school. The boy is a mystery and Damon intends to find out more about him. </description>
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